I Am Not A Modn, Modnist Or Post-Modn

I am not a modrn, a modernist and a post-modernist, I am the same man, The same man Whom you had seen me, Who had been before you, Is still before you. You just try to see me and you will come to recognize me As I am the same person, Changed in time, changed in circumstances, Under it Otherwise am not so As am the same man You are failing to recognize me. You take off your specs, I mean the stylistic goggles And try to see me, Into the face of mine and its wrinkles Which the age has given As a memento or a relic, Yea, a souvenir of time, Then you will, you will me Who am I. I am not a modn, a modnist or a post-modn, I am I am, what I was, I am not what see you, take me for, What look I in my apparel and designing And that the plan of a beautician, Not mine, To keep me look modern, Whatever call you, But internally am I not so, I am the same man You are on the look out, The same man of heart, The same man of principle and philosophy, Plain living and high thinking, You just erred, sir, in taking me for A modern, a modernist or a post-modern, Which am I not, Never was I anytime, anywhere.